Desharow Mermaid - Chap 64
Chapter 64
[- Page 1- 28 November 1991. ]
Today is the sixteenth, maybe seventeenth day since I was accidentally rescued by this wreck salvage team after the rescue team’s plane crashed at sea. I was unable to determine how long I had been in a coma and had to rely on the descriptions of the accompanying doctor who took care of me for the record. Kolov said that all the rescuers on the plane died, and I was the only one who miraculously survived.
I was lucky, only had two broken legs and a moderate concussion, but the spine was not damaged. The doctor said that within half a year, I could regain my walking ability and lost part of my memory. I can’t remember the full story of what happened to me, and I feel confused.
May God bless me with a smooth recovery.
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[-Page 157- April 16, 1991.]
Should I be glad that I can finally remember what I have experienced?
I followed the “Poseidon” back to the sea area where the Mermaid Island is located, trying to find the missing Rafal and the others, and… Agares, but found nothing. Mermaid Island and the Nazi fleet have disappeared without a trace, and the diving exploration has not yielded any results. I think, maybe it’s because the channel of Atlantis is closed forever…
I shouted to Agares and Rafal at sea, but I didn’t get any response.
Poseidon and I left here.
[-Page 158-May 18, 1991.]
At my repeated request to the captain Kolov, the “Poseidon” came to the coast of Norway, the place where my grandfather was shipwrecked. I was expecting Agares to appear like that at that time, and even jumped into the ice sea to pretend to be a drowning person, but there was still no sign of him. I don’t know why I did this, I clearly wanted to escape from Agares, but now I’m trying so hard to find him… It’s a bit ridiculous, damn it, let’s just write it here.
[- Page 160 – May 20, 1991. ]
We salvaged the wreck, and because we didn’t get any of the “things of value” that I promised, Kolov was very angry, thought I had cheated him (which I was), and ordered the next route to the Arctic Ocean to salvage three Debris from a UFO that fell weeks ago.
But I was very happy because this time I salvaged a box, oh my god, I can’t believe what’s in it!
It has stuff from my childhood with my grandpa and a photo that has been blurred. Agares and I actually appeared in that photo, he hugged me and smiled a little terrified. Others thought it was a supernatural photo when they saw it, but I almost got a sore nose.
In the evening, we left Norway.
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[- Page 201-January 1, 1992. ]
I can’t believe we spent half a year in the North Pole, but Poseidon’s persistence has made each of us about to get a fortune. I can’t believe that we found a lot of them in the wreckage of those UFOs gem! This is really good news for us “sea gypsies”. This means that we don’t have to go all over the world to salvage those sunken ships for half a year, risking the danger of the maritime patrol guards, and we can have a good time.
As for me, I have a large deposit, but what is the significance of this to a wanted criminal?
The cold war is over, I want to go back to Russia, but unfortunately I will never get the chance.
I am no longer Desaro, a student in St. Petersburg, but a wandering mercenary named “Derte” on the “Poseidon”.
My father and mother, do you still miss me in far away Moscow? Do you still remember your son who disappeared completely, a serious espionage criminal wanted by the Russian military?
This absurd charge was imposed on me because of the relationship between Rhine and Sakral. I really want to clear my grievances, but I know that a person who does not even have a file or nationality in Russia has no chance to speak to the highly vigilant government.
Forget about me, my father, my mother. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely tell you my news.
[-page 202 – April 16, 1992. ]
This is the third time I have come to the sea area of Mermaid Island after a year. The sea is still empty. I returned to the Poseidon ship disappointed. Of course, I have no other place as “home”.
Agares seems to have completely disappeared since the day the passage of Atlantis was opened, as if being wiped from my life by an invisible hand. I believe more and more what Kolov told me, that my brain nerves have been severely damaged, resulting in memories that don’t exist, but in fact they are just my chaotic imagination and hallucinations.
Maybe Agares didn’t actually exist, he was just a dream that broke into my life suddenly, whether it was good or bad.
Time to wake up, Delt.
This will be the last post.
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I looked at the boundless dark sea, exhaled the last puff of smoke, watched it slowly expand in the wind, and finally dissipated without a trace, then raised the thick diary in my hand, and threw it into it. Into the sea water, it seemed to stir up a circle of ripples in the heart, and the pain clearly spread in the chest cavity little by little. I laughed.
A few days later, we docked in the port of Venice, the famous water city.
Kolov will be betting in the underground here at an auction to exchange the treasure we salvaged from the wreck for dollars. Although such a transaction is hugely profitable, it is actually very dangerous. The Italian mafia is divided into several families. Kolov only deals with the Camorra family for a long time, but if someone from another family takes a fancy to what we have, or they are just looking for some reason to compete with each other for territory , it will lead to unusual troubles, so we must be extra careful. You must know that the cruise ship industry in Venice has been monopolized by the Camorra family for a long time, and this incident has long made other families feel bad.
The casino we are going to is called “Damora”. It is in a very narrow and deep water alley, close to the prison in Venice, and we have to pass the “Bridge of Sighs” that was used to escort prisoners in ancient times. Looking at the map, I couldn’t help joking that this is really a road of no return. In fact, I did have a bad feeling, but the others laughed indifferently.
After leaving the harbor, led by Kolov’s connector, we took the “Gondola” (Venice pointed boat) as the only means of transportation here, and slowly moved towards our destination.
The water flow in the narrow alley is divided into two waves along with the boat’s trajectory, enveloping the reflected mottled lights of the bars on both sides, flowing under the feet like a brilliant galaxy, accompanied by the soft sound of attracting customers from time to time The language is dazzling.
I looked down at the sparkling water, but my memory suddenly went back to the deep canyon I passed through when I entered the Mermaid Island. Like magnetic attraction, turn around.
——A familiar black figure is standing at the end of the intertwined lights, looking at me from afar.
I narrowed my eyes in a daze, but the figure disappeared in the crowd in a flash, and the lights flickered on and off, as if laughing at how absurd my illusion was. Yes, why did Agares appear here?
”Hey, Delt! What are you in a daze for?” Nick next to me patted me on the shoulder, pulling me back to reality from the dazed state. Nick, a tall Caucasian man, was also a wanted man like me, although he was charged with a much less serious crime. There are basically no innocent people on the “Poseidon”. We are all homeless wanderers. Kolov provides us with shelter, and we work for him.
Nick handed me a small pistol, “Hold this, the two of us will watch out later, and you don’t run around.” ”
Understood, don’t worry.” I took the pistol and stuck it in my back, smiling. For a moment, he looked around vigilantly through the sunglasses.
In order to prevent Interpol from recognizing my appearance, I dyed my hair golden brown and darkened my skin a lot. I wear height-enhancing insoles all the year round.
Soon, the “Gondola” stopped at the entrance of a tunnel sealed by an iron gate deep in the water alley.
The charming sound wave faintly penetrates from the inside, stirring up layers of echoes in the tunnel, and the blurred and changing lights outline the moving silhouettes, which are projected on the inner wall covered with reliefs, making people feel that they have glimpsed into the tunnel. In the 19th century, the nobles of Venice were extravagant and decadent in this ancient city of literature and art. But I know all too well that this is full of heroin and marijuana, as well as the dirty sea human trafficking trade, I would never want to mix in it, so when Kolov wanted me to further assist his underground career At the time, I found a reason to decline.
After Kolov’s connector showed his pass, the iron gate slowly opened, and another boat dedicated to the casino brought Kolov and a few other brothers in, while Nick and I stayed outside to guard the gate for them. Prevent the presence of city guards and the Mafia resident in Venice.
When they handed over, I noticed that one of the bald men gave me a very strange look, as if he was looking at a piece of goods.
My nerves jumped, but I found that he also looked at Nick in the same way. Kolov looked back at us, nodded, made an OK gesture, and explained to the bald man that we are his. Hawkeye, the other party nodded suddenly.
Only then did I feel relieved, and took a deep breath.
After knowing that I was wanted, I was very vigilant about the surrounding environment, and the things I experienced before also made me full of distrust in the relationship between people, and I was afraid of meeting people like Rhine and Shaqalar betray me again. Even in the face of Kolov and the others, who are also wanted criminals like me, I can’t do my job loyally. I swear that if there is any trouble, I will disappear from their sight without hesitation, and change my identity and name.
Although during this year’s relationship, I have already regarded the Poseidon as my home.
But can I still have a home? When a man starts to run away, he has to run away forever, otherwise a prison awaits him. Home is just an unattainable luxury. Maybe one day in the future, when the wanted warrant expires…
I hope there will be such a day. I looked at the night sky.
It’s going to be a very long night.
Squatting down on the stone steps on the side of the casino tunnel, Nick handed over a can of beer, I took a small sip, took out the English dictionary in my pocket, looked through it in the smoke, and murmured Read it out.
Nick laughed and sat down next to me and patted me on the shoulder. I know I’m a bit funny. In this romantic night in Venice, I don’t want to find a chance to hang out with the charming women in the bar next to me, but sitting here reciting English words is really a waste of beautiful scenery. But I ignored Nick, and continued to look at the densely packed letters to myself. This is the best way to perfectly protect myself. I have to completely wash away my Russian accent and master a proficient English. The sooner the better, because I don’t know which day Interpol will fall from the sky.
”Hey, hey, buddy, don’t be so flirtatious!” Nick snatched my English book and made a gesture to throw it into the water. “Hey,” I quickly grabbed his wrist and threw him threateningly. Dragging in the water, it attracted the laughter of the few people watching the fun. We pushed and shoved and wrestled together, and finally I gave up on memorizing English. The two of us slumped on the stone steps, bumped into beer cans, chatted and drank at random.
”How about it, Delt, are you still thinking about where to find the mermaid of your dreams?” Nick jokingly took a sip of his wine and squinted at me. He probably listened to the doctor who took care of me. Dika was talking nonsense, thinking that I had a brain problem and was dreaming all day long.
”Yeah, yeah, I’m planning to make more money, buy a boat and search it all over the world.” I shook my beer helplessly, not bothering to argue with him, and said to myself that the mermaid is not beautiful. It can scare you to death in front of you.
Depressedly, I took a few sips of wine, picked up a few small stones, and floated them in the water in a bored way. The stones bounced tiny splashes on the water surface, but my nerves jumped accordingly, and a strange feeling spread in my heart. I couldn’t tell whether it was good or bad, but an inexplicable impulse made me stand up and look around.
The sky did not know when it began to rain.
clatter…
The rain came suddenly and quickly, and the water droplets fell in a continuous line, covering the surrounding scenery with a misty mist, and the lights were blurred and hazy.
”Delter, what’s the matter with you? Did you notice something?” Nick reached for the gun in his arms, squatted down at the same time as me, and hid behind the stone pillar next to him. I patrolled the darkness vigilantly with my superior night vision. Trying to find out the source of what was wrong with me, I suddenly found some furtive figures in some corners on both sides of the water alley. I squinted my eyes and observed those people wearing black outfits. I don’t know if they are plainclothes policemen or the mafia, but the latter are probably the majority. The police in Venice are far less sensitive to some activities in the casino than the Italian mafia, because we disrupted their activities. underlying order.
But the difference is that if the police find us, they will arrest us for investigation; while the mafia will kill us directly and throw us into the sea to feed the sharks.
I whispered: “Nick, inform Kolov that our whereabouts have been exposed, and we have to end the auction.” “I know.”
Nick pressed the pager, “Hey, hey, call the boss, I think we have to go ahead Withdrew, Delt said that people are watching us. It’s over.”
I looked at the shadows in the dark through the increasing rain, raised my pistol, and was wary of their every move, and my eyes quickly wandered around. But suddenly, my eyes couldn’t help but freeze.
In the distant rain, I saw a figure holding a black umbrella, standing on the Bridge of Sighs. He was wearing a black windbreaker and a silver Venetian mask on his face. He was slender and tall, and his hair was tied in a strand at the back of his head, which was silver-gray.
Impossible…impossible.
In an instant, my breath seemed to be grabbed by a hand, and I was holding it tightly in the air. My heart beat wildly, and my whole body was spinning. I knew that it was most likely just my hallucination, or that it was just a man with dyed silver hair, but my body reacted faster than my brain, and I instinctively ran towards the Bridge of Sighs.
However, when I shuttled through several bars and arrived at the bridge, the figure had already disappeared without a trace, just like when I stood on the boat and looked back just now, as if there was a sound that could not be grasped or touched. sigh.
Where are you, are you really here? Agares…
I stood at the end of the bridge in a daze, my eyes wide open, desperately looking for the shadow in the mottled lights of Venice, and I let the thunderstorm pour down on my face and body, and my clothes were wetted. Panting, I leaned on the stone pillar beside the bridge, looking at the surface of the water disturbed by the rain, my shadow was floating and sinking inside, and I was blown to pieces by clusters of fireworks in the sky.
The alcohol poured into my stomach burned my nerves, and my brain burst into heat, which made me suspect that I was just drunk and had hallucinations. I wanted to cry for a moment, but I laughed out loud. I wanted to laugh out loud at my funny behavior, but I just yelled like a crazy drunk in the rain, and hit my fist on the hard bridge. Go up, hold your head, and squat down limply.
The world seemed to be far away from me, and the sound of the pattering rain was left, and I realized how completely alone I was, like a spore without roots and roots in the universe. The cold liquid dripping on the back of my neck made me think it was the sea water dripping from Agares’ hair. I imagined that those narrow and deep eyes were staring at me, the webbed claws were gently and possessively placed on my back, and the lips were kissing my earlobe. But when I wiped off the rain on my face and looked up in embarrassment, I found that there was no one around me.
The sound of a series of boats coming from nowhere, I followed the sound and saw a “Gondola” turning a corner and heading for a water lane on the right. Before it disappeared, a The silver-haired man’s back was clearly engraved in my sight, overlapping with the long-lost figure in my memory. This time, I was absolutely sure that it was not my hallucination, but I was trembling because of the unbelievable shock, and the urge to rush from the soles of my feet to the depths of my nerves made me stand up suddenly.
”Dert!” Nick yelled behind me, “what are you doing, get off the bridge!”
I glanced back at him, said nothing, jumped into the water, and chased after the boat. .
